2019-07-12 - Finally

It's been an odd couple of days where Easton and Bennie have only had time to exchange a few text messages and try to keep each other up to speed on things. But they made plans to meet up at his place and finally that time has come. The doors to the balcony in the living room are open and the apartment door itself is left slightly ajar. The warm summer breeze blows in along with a little bit of smoke from the tiny grill that Easton has out there. He's dressed surprisingly in that he has on a collared shirt, a crisp white shirt untucked over the usual jeans, and surprisingly for him he's barefoot, his prosthetic foot not even wrapped in so much as a sock. There is music playing over the in-wall speakers, some jazzy background music by St. Germaine. Easton is outside with the grill, a bottle of Corona with lime in hand. The rest of the lime already cut into wedges still on a cutting board on the kitchen island.

There is a merry rap of knuckles on the door of Shave and a Haircut before Bennie is sliding in and knocking the door closed with a little push of her foot. She was told to only bring herself, but she has a big bowl of fruit salad cradled in her arms that she balances along with the swing of her large hobo bag.

"Honey, I'm home!" She calls out to the balcony cheerfully as she steps past the open patio door to slide the bowl onto the counter, snagging a strawberry for the road before she joins him on the balcony, bag deposited just inside. She's dressed in a gauzy white dress that sits off one shoulder and falls in uneven layers around her knees with a pair of sandals, nice and summery for a cook out.

Already munching on the slice of red fruit, she comments, "That's a good look for you."

The knock is hard to hear out on the balcony so Easton doesn't notice her entrance until he sees the giant bowl of fruit salad coming in. He laughs at her entrance line and calls back, "Out here sweetie!" As if they were some married couple from a 1950s sitcom. As she joins him out on the balcony, he sets down the beer and goes to give her a quick peck hello. But then somehow that quick kiss hello, turns into another kiss as he presses her up against the wall. He pulls back to whisper in her ear, "Yea, already looking forward to getting you out of that."

There is the vibration of laughter against his lips as Bennie's back meets the wall, her free hand curling around his back and somehow managing to find it's way under the hem of that polo shirt to smooth out against his lower back.

"First you have to feed me. I'm a lady." She intones lightly before tilting her head to kiss just below his ear and trail her lips an inch down her neck before she pulls away. Otherwise, she might quickly forget that being a lady part. The other half of the fruit gets offered to him as she asks, "Whatcha making, hot stuff?"

"Oh. Thank god yer not." Easton laughs, but does an involuntary sucking in of air as she trails her lips down his neck. It takes him a moment to recover but the proffered fruit is taken, and he licks her fingers in the process. He regains his beer before answering, "Sausage, peppers and onions. I was tempted to try a full on clam bake out here but I think I might need a bigger space for that." He opens the grill to rotate things and flip a foil packet over.

Once that's reclosed he asks, "So what I miss? How's working for Baylee?"

Bennie leans one hip against the railing near him to watch him work his magic at the grill, her hand sneaking out to snag his beer. "Pretty mellow so far? Right now I'm just organizing things, it's not like she's hot on the trail of some big case she's ready to let me in on yet. Though the Kevin in me - not that Kevin's ever been in me - can't help but think all this Addington nonsense isn't coincidence. First the weird murder, then a pair of them getting into a fatal car accident? Tell me that doesn't set off some alarm bells somewhere."

The beer is let go, but with a slight narrowing of his eyes at her. He considers trying to pull another from the fridge, but he's pretty sure he can't do the lime, thumb, upside down thing with his powers just yet without pouring beer all over his kitchen. He actually snorts at the line about Kevin and does a little cough, "Thank you, for clarifying. Kevin as in the swole nerd from the park?" Who he's pretty sure he's seen out other places but never really talked to. "What do you mean a pair in a car accident? When? Who?" Because one murder in the apartment was something he took seriously but wasn't too concerned, but if Addington's are being murdered, targeted, that's a problem.

Taking a swig of his beer, Bennie pulls it away mid drink with a little dribble down her chin she needs to pat away with the knuckle of her thumb. "Oh, you haven't heard? Robert and Isabel Addington...Erin's parents." Of course not everyone has heard, silly Bennie. "I didn't run the rig for it, but I was at the firehouse when the call came in. "Hmm. We should call Geoff, see how Erin is doing. Man, here I am just chittering away, and I didn't think about poor Erin losing her parents both in one go. They took a header right off the cliff. Gone on impact."

"Holy shit." Easton looks at her blankly and already has his phone out. He's texting because what if Geoff is with Erin now? Calling would be bad right. But he's got the same idea basically as Bennie. He just repeats, "Holy shit." He sends off a text and says, "Hey, it happens, it's your job to be around this.." He tries to assuage her that she's not being calloused by not immediately thinking to notify family, which might actually be not okay? He shakes his head and says, "But she was already upset about her cousin, the other night was a stupid tenant gathering slash police briefing that had to be hard on her." Okay, stupid is a little harsh, but it had to be kind of hard. A text comes back and the color drains from Easton's face. "Geoff didn't know... shit. Does Erin know?" he looks up at Bennie with a grimace.

"I don't know!" Bennie says in sudden panic that's fed by Easton's own raised emotions, her free hand flailing in a flick of fingers. "It's not up to the EMTs to notify next of kin, that usually falls to the police. Oh god, oh god. Why didn't I call you? Why didn't I call Geoff. I was just thinking about cutting up fruit and a barbecue and maybe soaking away the day in your bathtub and...oh..." She can't think of an appropriate swear word so she just shouts, "Fiddlesticks!"

Easton takes back his beer, for a sip before handing it back to her. He shakes his head and looks back at his phone before she exclaims Fiddlesticks. He looks at her with barely surpressed laughter and says, "You know, there's no swear jar here. I'd go broke*" He then moves closer to wrap his arms around her and says, "It's fine. This sucks, and it wouldn't suck any less no matter what you did. We'll figure it out. We'll help Erin and ... ughhh.." He trails off just thinking about what that's got to be like to get hit with losing both your parents when you're already upset by the loss of someone else. He holds her for awhile, just staring off and thinking about his own slightly estranged parents.

*Yes, that's an elsemu callback. It's funny, trust us.

"I couldn't think of a good swear word." The sentence comes out in a pitiful whine when he hugs her. Bennie's eyes go glossy with moisture, but thankfully she doesn't break down into full on girlfriend tears that Easton is left to clean up. "Should we go over there? Or should we let Geoff check in on her first? They can come over later if they want, I'm sure you have enough booze to numb any pain." It's not a slight to Easton, she doesn't really know he has a problem to that degree.

"That's really cute." Easton can't help himself at her admission that she couldn't think of a good swear word, a problem he's not really ever had. But he also adds, "And sad." He pulls away and gives a bit of a half shrug, grimace. He says, "I don't know if I'm her favorite person. I think it'd be better to let Geoff handle it? I mean I assume the police have told her. So it can't hurt to offer?" The crack about him having enough booze to numb her pain just gets a little half smile, "That's fair."

"Hell, now I have ambien, zanax and the rest of that oxy. I'm pretty sure I got her pharmaceuticals covered if need be.." He realizes this needs an explanation so he adds, "I started seeing a shrink. She prescribed it. It's legit. But I haven't tried it yet, I'm not sure how I feel about it yet." Even though he directly asked for the sleeping aid.

Bennie's hand, full of its cheap rings, go to his face and run fingers down his bristled cheek. Certainly no judgment about seeing a shrink, as she's admitted to needing one as well for her own scripts. "The first time you take Ambien, you should do it on a night I'm here, in case you have some of the weird side effects like sleep walking. Don't want another split shin inci..." Her brow furrows as if something just occurred to her. "Wait. That night I met you. You...weren't sleep walking, were you?" Or any of the other reasons she gave him that it might have happened, like a dissociative event. For a moment, poor Erin is out of Bennie's thoughts, as she jumps from one to the other like a squirrel on speed.

Easton pushes his face against the hand, enjoying the way his stubble bristles under her touch. He nods at the advice about Ambien. He says, "Yea, but I sleep fine the nights you're here." And it's somewhat true that he's able to get a reasonable amount of consecutive hours of sleep when someone else is there. But then she elaborates on why and he smiles, eyebrows raised as she realizes something about the night they met. He nods as she talks it out, "Yea, no. I slipped. Or Dreamt. Or whatever you call it and.. sorry- just one second."

He pulls things off the grill and brings them inside. He then goes to the fridge to pull out two more beers and get them setup. Once he hands her one, he looks over at the hallway to the bedrooms meaningfully.

He looks back at her and smiles again, but this time it's a weak, almost foreboding smile. "I need to tell you something. And it's fucked up, but I want you to know? Because.. well, lots of reasons. But." He takes a sip of beer as if reluctant to start. "I don't live alone." Ugh, bad choice of words. He shakes his head and says, "It's not. Shit. I'm haunted. Tom, from the dream?" He keeps looking down the hallway as if expecting to somehow summon him here. "His ghost is here. Sometimes. Most of the time. And that night? He pulled me into a Dream."

Okay, let's eat! Kidding! Easton just stands there, watching her, waiting to see how she takes that bit of info.

Bennie's face goes through a very elastic exercise as she processes his words: brows going up in surprise, knitting together with concern, mouth pursed in confusion, then open in a question that's not asked right away because she's looking down the hallway like he sees something RIGHT NOW and she wants to see if she can too. Then there is drinking that needs to happen. She first takes a sip, then decides she needs a guzzle. Then he gets the 'just a sec' finger as she glugs the liquid and doesn't come back up for air until the beer is half drained. And then the most eloquent thing she can say is, "Come again?"

Easton waits. He nods as she goes through various emotions of surprise and confusion and drinking. He takes a guzzle of his own beer when she does, considering he might need it to get through this conversation. They're covering a lot of ground tonight, but it felt like it was getting weird not saying things, so he's saying them. "Yea. I thought I was crazy when I saw him first. But then I started talking to people here about ghosts and I thought, well who knows? Right?" He bites his lower lip and says, "And I thought only I could see him, but I guess he showed up at Geoff's? And then was in a Dream with Geoff? So.. I don't know. Maybe not?" He sits down on the stool, to at least get the weight off his leg.

"And I don't think it's actually him, his spirit or soul or whatever. I think something about being who we are means our memories, some essence of dead people can get trapped like that..." It's a working theory. He usually works on it while heavily, heavily drunk.

But despite being the man of the hour, there's no Tom to be seen.

"Huh." Bennie has never been accused of being eloquent. As Easton takes a seat, she just sort of naturally migrates into the space between his knees, free hand cupping the back of his neck to toy with his hair like he's her own personal stress ball. "So Tom was the one driving the truck? And he's been ...with you ever since? Is that...is that what happened back there?" Besides the giant Monty Python leg appearance of course.

Easton is more than okay with Bennie always invading his space, as she moves between his knees, he sets down his beer so that he can place both of his hands on her hips. He nods but can't help but correct "HUMVEE." Look, it's not a truck. He half shrugs and says, "I guess? It was different before I came here, just glimpses here and there. But here? It was almost like he was here." He stops about the last part and winces, nodding only saying outloud a very soft, "yea.."

"HUMVEE." Bennie repeats with mock seriousness, before she cracks a tiny smile to ruin the effect as she looks back into the hallway. Clearly the idea is something that's going to take a while to get used to. A ghost just hanging around. It's with that distracted half brain she's contemplating Tom that apparently is where her filter is housed, because without really giving it much thought, she comments. "That blows..." About how he lost his best friend and his leg in one go, tacking on the, "...up." A beat later, because it was funny in her head.

"Thank you" Easton retorts when she repeats the proper name for the vehicle. His phone buzzes and it breaks his concentration for a moment as he ohs and texts back and forth a bit. He nods at the first part of her statement but then he tilts his head and just looks at her. Then he decides to just move past that, "Alright. It okay if Erin comes by?" They kind of talked about it but still it's good to ask these things.

Bennie snaps her attention back to him with a sort of, 'hmm what' expression, but then again she's been sort of all over the place with her attention tonight. It takes a moment for his words to catch up to her brain. "Oh yeah, of course. Totally. So long as she does't try to eat my sausage. Well, no. I'd give her empathy sausage, she deserves it. Only. Not your sausage. I mean the one you cooked is okay, not...yours-yours."

Easton realizes for the first time tonight that she is a little more scattered than normal. He narrows his eyes a little but decides it's not something he wants to broach right now. He smiles as she continues to ramble a bit. "Yea, I think we can safely say sharing food is fine, my dick probably not. Plus I'm pretty sure she can barely stand me so, I think you're safe." He then pulls her a little tighter and says "I mean you.. are not. She is? Except we probably don't have time to get in a quickie. Maybe I could slip her an ambian so we could get a round or two in?" He kisses her and then grimaces, "Okay, I can maybe see why she might hate me. I probably shouldn't talk. My sense of humor isn't always.. uhm.. okay."

Bennie's head leans back a little as she gives a full, bright laugh. It dies down but the humor remains in her voice. "She's dating Geoff, I think her skin is thicker than you're giving her credit for. And she'll get past whatever childhood rivalry you have going, you just have to give her time to get to know the you that you are now. She'll adore you as much as I do." She steals a quick kiss to seal that notion before asking, "Does she know yet?"

Easton and Bennie are at the kitchen counter, Easton seated at one of the stools with Bennie standing between his legs facing him. There's a huge bowl of fruit salad on the counter as well as apparently dinner right from the grill, and a lime all cut up on the cutting board. It looks like they were maybe about to do dinner but got distracted by chatting or something ridiculous. The doors to the balcony are still open, blowing in a warm ocean breeze as music plays over the speakers. Easton shakes his head and says, "Yea, you're right. And it was less of a childhood rivalry than a hookup gone wrong and uhm, some other shit I pulled." He is happily stopped from expounding on that by the kiss and says, "Yea, I think so..." His face contorts as he considers if she doesn't as he adds, "Oh god I hope so."

Geoff rapts on the door with the back of his knuckles, the tattoo artists showing up this evening wearing a pair of heavy biker boots, faded gray jeans, and a rather wordsy black tanktop that says 'The things you own end up owning you. It's only after you lose everything that you're free to do anything', he was not planning on learning of Erin's loss and this is what he'd left the house wearing. At least it seems he's brought beer.

A text announces her presence first, shortly after the arrival of Geoff, letting Easton know she was there. It just wasn't in her to walk right in without at least someone verbally telling her to come inside. There was the text though and something smelled good through the door so she goes inside and finds the two at the kitchen counter. She looks like she's been out in the breeze awhile, her hair is only a little tousled. Her clothing is just a pair of jeans and a beige sweater, lightweight. "Hi," she greets, looking between the two. "Are you sure I'm not interrupting?" Noticing Geoff there then, she walks immediately over to him and just hugs him.

There is an all encompassing dramatic sigh to everything that just came out of Easton's mouth with a roll of Bennie's eyes towards the ceiling, "You're lucky you're so cute, otherwise you should've been missing far more body parts by the time I met you." At the knock on the door, Bennie is springing away from Easton to open it the old fashioned way but it's swinging in before she can get there. "Hi." She greets, huffing a lock of hair from in front of her face with a cant of her lips and a hearty puff of air.

"Nonsense!" She chirps, moving to nab the beer out of Geoff's hand and usher the pair further inside, insisting they, "Sit, sit, sit." Before she's bounding off to put said beer in the fridge and come back with an arm load of cold ones for those assembled.

"Nice" Easton grins as Bennie makes light of his knack for losing limbs and still manages to make it sound like a compliment. But then people, "Hey" Easton turns over his shoulder to greet Erin as she walks in. "No, yer fine. There's food, and there's beer and wine in the fridge, and booze" Here he points to upper cabinets, "There and there." And he doesn't keep going but there's also more in the cabinet below to the left of the fridge. It's a little absurd. He knows.

He stands and starts to grab plates and other things. He opens the foil on the onions and peppers and says, "See? We meant to grill and it just worked out." He pulls down a few bottle of liquor from the cabinet (the top shelf of which he can barely reach, yes) and sets them on the counter in case anyone wants something stronger than beer. "If yer hungry, help yourself."

Geoff returns that Erin's hug tightly, giving her a small squeeze before letting his arms drop as the beer is brought over "Thanks Bennie, it's been a while." Offering her a dip of his head before he is unabashedly looking around and studying Easton's place with interest wondering out loud to his buddy "Why is it we're always cuddling at my place when you got such swanky digs."

Hand dropping down to take Erin's in his he asks "How are you holding up, babe? I've already called and got a replacement at the shop tomorrow, didn't have any scheduled appointments."

"I'm not really hungry right now, but I'll take anything you've got to drink. Anything at all." Erin drops the hug also and smiles at the others. "I just want to get this over with. First, I'll be fine. I mean, I have to be right? But I will be, it may take me a bit to settle back into my routine and all, but everything will be fine." She says again. "Secondly, I really don't want to feel like a lab specimen here with you all, my friends, when I'll get all those looks outside these doors. With you guys, let's just be normal, please?" A tentative smile given to the three. "Thank you for being here for me and when I'm up to it, I'll talk more about it. I have a feeling Bennie knows the details though?" A hopeful look to her. "And I guess that's it. I'm really grateful you invited me over for the distraction."

"Consider yourself distracted." Bennie thrusts a beer into Erin's hand and then to Geoff's. "And when you're ready to know what little I know, I'll be happy to tell you. Well, happy isn't the right word, but you know what I mean." Hopefully. She turns her back on the pair only to give Easton an exaggerated 'I'm screwing this up' grimace. "So. Acting normal. That means I finally get to see Geoff and Easton make out, right?" It's probably rude to chow down, but the Blonde's stomach is rumbling as she follows the scent of food back into the kitchen and pinches a pepper out of the foil wrapping and drops it into her mouth like a hungry baby bird getting a worm.

"Because if I said I wanted you to sleepover I'd soundy needy as fuck." Easton tells Geoff about why they've never crashed at his place. Of course he can't help follow this up with a very serious, "But I do. Want you to stay over."

As Bennie tries to smoothly keep things going and fails, Easton tries to suppress a smile. When she turns to him, he just raises his eyebrows a little at her.

"Well if you just want to drink, you came to the right fuckin' place." Easton smiles and just breezes past the 'why' and gets straight to the 'what'. She already has a beer in front of her, but he mixes her a manhattan anyway. Why a manhattan? Well he doesn't have champagne for a mimosa, and a manhattan is just straight booze basically.

"Oh and yea, Geoff and I will strip off our shirts and makeout in a bit, that's usually after round three or four of drinks tho, so you'll have to be patient." That part comes easily enough as he makes up a plate for himself.

Geoff nods along easily enough "Tonight is just being normal, got it....Not sure if I've ever been normal but I'll be me at the very least." with a wink to Bennie he tells her "I mean personally I'm a stiff glass of whiskey away from making out with Easton." Laughing he plucks at the hem of his tank top as if contemplating taking it off now "Man, if it's you I don't mind the needy. You know I'll be there to be your big spoon." this is accompanied by his hand coming up to rest over his heart

"I'll count down the minutes then, get to drinking!" Erin smiles, taking hte beer from Bennie and the Manhattan from Easton. "This is a damn good start." Walking over, she has a seat on the offered couch to alternately drink from both drinks. "By all means," she waves the bottle and looks to Bennie for support. "Get to stripping. We'll be the captive audience to the stripping and making out." A waggle of her brows, only encouraging them.

"Oooh, wait wait..." Bennie gleefully pounces on the remote for the sound system, navigating it with learned ease. It was practically foreign when she and Easton first starting seeing each other, but now she practically knows the song selection by heart. Soon 'Thunder' by Imagine Dragons starts playing through the speakers, because the song was clearly written for male strippers and truck commercials. "There we go!" She divests Easton of his plate so it becomes her own, because he can't eat while he's dancing anyways, and she takes a seat at the high counter.

At Geoff's line, Easton just turns, grabs a bottle of whiskey and a glass and pours two fingers in before sliding it across the counter to him. He then nods at it with a smile on his face.

And then Bennie is setting the music and he smirks. He just drinks from the bottle instead of bothering to pour a glass. He sets down the whiskey and says, "Really? This is what you meant by normal, asking your boyfriends to strip and makeout?" He shakes his head as Bennie takes away his food as well.

But he's also not one to back down. Ever. So there's a slight dip in his shoulder to the beat as his hands come up to the buttons on his shirt. Yes, he was actually somewhat dressed up in a crisp white dress shirt, though it's untucked over the usual dark jeans. His bare feet, including bare prosthesis that he rarely lets people see move nimbly enough as he struts towards the ladies.

"Does this mean we get to watch you next though?"

Not one to be left out, Geoff lets the music run through him with crisp, purposeful movements that grow more confident as he gets used to the cards he has been dealt tonight "Of course this means they get to go next, after all if we kiss it's only fair if they do too." One hand sliding up his tanktop as the other runs over his toned abs, hand sliding down to tuck a thumb into his jeans with a pelvic thrust. "I got this sinking feeling after this its only a matter of time before we get dragged into a magic mike dream."

There was the music and it was certainly suitable to the stripping that Easton was getting into. Erin speeds up o her drinking even though she got a slight head start a little earlier. The Manhattan is finished first and she drinks the beer more purposefully as she watches Geoff. Those abs though, dropping her eyes where his hands go. "I'd almost say a dream is worth getting to watch t this." She glances over to Bennie to see if she's watching and grins. "We have the hottest guys in town."

Bennie is absolutely mesmerized as she sinks down on to the couch next to Erin without so much as blinking against the vision of Easton and Geoff starting their show in case she might miss something. "We most definitely do. This is even hotter than I thought it would be." Though she stays out of the dream conversation. Last time they partied at Easton's with another couple, she'd experienced the worst of her life. But this time if she's going into another dream at the end of this, at least she's going to enjoy the build up. "Shake that money maker, baby! If I could reach my purse, I'd be making it rain." But no way is she giving up this perfect vantage point.

Once the buttons are undone, Easton pulls the shirt back to reveal his bare torso. It's hair, scars and tattoos well known to Bennie and Geoff, and plenty of other people as it's hardly rare for him to strip off. He shrugs out it in time to the music and throws it aside, doing his best stay in character. A smile threatens to break into a laugh as he moves behind Geoff to slide his hands up Geoff's side and take off his shirt. And then with one more look at the women, as if to make sure they are watching (as if they would not be watching) he roughly pulls on one of Geoff's shoulders to spin him around and then leans in to kiss him. And it's not like a light peck. Look if you are going to makeout with a guy for the benefit of your girlfriends, the very least you can do is slip him some tongue and make it look as hot as possible. If Geoff was going to hesitate? Too bad. Easton wasn't.

Geoff 's top comes up and off easy enough as he continues to move in time with the music, grind in a slow sensual rhythm back against Easton which probably looks a little silly given that he has a good three inches on the one legged man. Then he is getting pulled back, there if a faint moment of tension, one hand balling at the unexpected move, but then he is forcing himself to let it go, not to mention he has Easton tongue fencing with him. With a mischievous grin he returns the kiss for a second, before pulling back with a nip to the other man's lower lip and a slap to his rear.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Bennie squeals when Easton comes up behind Geoff, leaning forward until she is literally on the edge of her seat. And then the kiss. Houston, we have lift off! Her smile grows to its full wattage, and she has to tuck her beer between her bare knees so she can truly show her appreciation with a round of applause and a mixture of cheering and whistling. "Holy girl boner, Batman, that. Is. Scorchingly hot." Her hand blindly goes to her side to pat Erin's leg, in a silent 'are you getting a load of this?!'

Between the lip bite and the round of applause, Easton's trying very hard not to laugh right about now, which he manages just fine. Of course the ass slap is kind of 'de rigueur' for Geoff and Easton so he just shimmies down. Then the song is nearing it's end and now and a look crosses Easton's face that should make Geoff very, very afraid. He crosses his arms across his waist and mimes pulling out two finger guns. And with one 'shot', the button on Geoff's pants opens. The second 'shot' takes out his own. Then there's a spinning motion of both hands that takes down the zippers. Look, he's got a lot of practice doing this. And then Easton drops his hands and down go the pants, hope Geoff's not going commando.. wait, scratch that. Easton for his leans back, thrusting in just his olive green boxer briefs.

Erin is completely at a loss as what to say. The stripping was sexy as hell and her eyes just wouldn't leave Geoff as his shirt was removed. The kissing, the tongue, the nipping of the lips, she gapes in stunned surprise, much like Bennie's squeals. Then the pants start coming off and she gasps, a hand over her mouth as she waits in anticipation to see what all will fall. She knows what Geoff wears beneath his pants most of the time.. would be be wearing them? Would he? "Hurry! Get the pants off!" A look over to Bennie before going back to Geoff.

Geoff watches this demonstration of telekinetic bromoeroticism with a veiled interest, never losing the beat or the fact that they are apparently here to entertain. As his pants fall, the question of if he is wearing underpants is answered with a resounding yes, the man wearing a pair of silky boxers that cling to him as he undulates his in slow rhythmic thrusts. Looking Easton in the eye he takes the man's hand in his own and lowers it down to his crotch, after all why not take it further.

Bennie makes a little squeak and reaches over to cling to Erin's arm with a curl of her own while simultaneously using her other hand to clamp over her eyes. Of course they're fanned so she can absolutely peak through the gaps and as the song switches over to 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' - Bennie apparently has a stripper playlist, so what - just as Geoff directs Easton's hand down south.

"Really?" Easton can't help but laugh as Geoff takes his hand. He carefully steps out of his jeans, the dancing getting a little rough with his bum leg, until he remembers to use his mind to pull the jeans away. Turning to face Geoff, he moves his hand up and then slides it down into his boxers. Because it's an escalating game and Easton is not one to blink. He then leans into Geoff and turns to girls and says, "Now before we just straight up fuck. I believe, it's your turn."

Erin puts up no argument when Bennie takes her arm, she just sort of curls hers back with her and watches the guys with wide eyes. Never had she seen anything like she was seeing with the two guys. Never had she even imagined anything like that! Her chin drops as she watches what Geoff is doing with Eastons hand and she just gapes at Easton and his words. "Oh no stopping now, you've already gone this far. Geoff doesn't like to be kept waiting when he's ready.." She even grins as she remains where she is on the couch nearby Bennie.

Geoff hooks an arm around Easton's shoulder, leaning in against the man with a lazy grin "You know, I think Easton has the right of it. I think it's your guys turn to dance...Unless..." here he trails off and looks at Easton "Do you think they're holding out for us to give them lapdances?" a thoughtful click of his tongue accompanying this mused statement

At some point Bennie better wipe the metaphoric drool off her chin, but right now she's too busy squeaking in protest as Easton threatens to pull the show to a stop until they reciprocate in kind as promised. Rather than admit the boys called some sort of bluff, Bennie just turns to Erin and warns her too, "Just go with it." Before she's hiking up her gauzy skirt around her thighs and throwing a leg over Erin's lap to straddle her. With her weight distributed onto her knees, she finger combs Erin's hair back from her ear and takes control of the woman's head with fingers rooted in the dark locks. Leaning in, she looks to capture the other woman's lips in an aggressive kiss.

With his hand still very much in Geoff's boxers groping him, Easton's head snaps towards the ladies as Bennie just goes for it. He pulls back, freeing his hand and stopping dancing to lean around and get a better view. "Oh fuck that's hot." He lets out a happy little sigh of breath as they start to kiss. He's forgotten both the stripping and his partner for the moment. He's also completely non-challant about being only clad in tight boxers and having his prosthetic leg on display, which he normally avoids. A hand is extended and a beer from the kitchen counter comes to him, apparently this show called for a drink.

Too bad Geoff, Erin's lap is taken! And apparently Erin is going with it. When Bennie straddles her, Erin lifts her hands to her shoulders and leans in, letting Bennie control things. The aggressiveness of it is matched their hair falling around their face blocking more than it shows, unfortunately. Her hands remain on her shoulders though, until they lift to look a finger through Bennie's hair lightly, prolonging the moment.

Geoff lets out a low whistle as he watches Bennie climb into Erin's lap, leaning against whatever's nearest with a broad grin. Licking his lips he savors the moment before remembering where his lips just were and what was in his mouth, discretely grabbing his beer once more he tips it back and swishes with it before swallowing, never taking his eyes off the girls.

Easton finally just takes a seat on the couch next to them, where Bennie was previously. He gives them space to work, because interrupting this is just about the last thing on his mind. He can't help grinning when he says to Geoff, his eyes still locked on the two women, "We are very lucky they have terrible taste in men."

A curtain of blonde meets a curtain of brown before Bennie sweeps back her own hair and tucks it behind an ear so the boys can at least see they aren't faking the kiss. Unlike the masculine tonsil hockey Easton deployed, Bennie's tongue teases against Erin's lips until she's granted access to take the kiss deeper. A little noise forms in the back of Bennie's throat, a suddenly needful thing that has her leaning off of Erin's lap and draping over Easton to transition the kiss to him.

Erin didn't mind the guys watching, after all, they had promised. Parting her lips, her tongue dances briefly with Bennie's before Easton gets the kiss. Gingerly, she gets up from the couch and dances her way over to Geoff, the moves provocative and sultry. Looking at him through her lashes she bites her lower lip. "What will it take for you to give me a kiss like you gave him?" Contemplating him.

Geoff 's arms slip about Erin as she approaches him, with only the thin fabric of his boxers left it's become quite apparent just how into watching the women kiss he was "You know, that takes girlfriend privileges there missy." Brushing his lips against hers he adds in a lower whisper "So I think you're good there." Then his lips are pressing to hers in a deep, hungry kiss that puts to shame the one he demonstrated earlier.

Pulling Bennie onto his lap eagerly as soon as she leans towards him Easton presses up against her, eagerly returning that kiss. He buries his face in her neck kissing up to her jawline. He manages to not completely forget there are other people in the room though and says first in a murmer, "there's a .." He can't stop himself from interrupting that thought to kiss Bennie though, his hands running beneath her dress. "There's a guest room. Yer welcome to ... use." He however makes no motion to stand or transition anywhere else.

And Bennie won't even spoil the mood by telling them that if they use the guest room, they have to bunk with a ghost! No, she's too busy slanting kisses against Easton's mouth and cradling his face to her throat when he smears his lips against the line of her neck. In her summer dress and hips locked tight up to his, there is little in the way of this progressing further. And quickly by the small rocking motions of impatience she's starting to make. Take me to bed or lose me forever would probably sound more ladylike than what actually gets murmured to Easton which is along the lines of, "Either we go to the bedroom or I'm going to start screwing you in front of our friends." And not give two wits about it, apparently.

Eagerly, Erin steps into his waiting embrace and just sort of melts into him. "I've applied for the position," she returns quietly, tilting her head as she meets his kiss, lips soft beneath his and tasting of the alcohol she'd just had. When the kiss deepens, there's a soft whimper from her and her lips part, leaving him free to explore as much as she does him. Hands glide up his abs to his chest and fingertips trail over his shoulders before Easton's words register. "We could stay or go to my place nearby," she whispers against his lips in a soft puff of breath,

Geoff doesn't feel the need to actually say anything to their hosts, no he's taking Erin's hand and leading her towards the door, he'll pick up his clothes sometime tomorrow "How about we go to your place babe, I don't think one apartment could handle this level of." he gestures around vaguely to the sexiness in the air. His hand squeezing about hers as he stumbles and actually takes a moment to pull up his pants.

Vaguely aware that Geoff and Erin might be leaving Easton manages to free a hand to wave, but he's otherwise occupied. If the two of them didn't want to be witness to anything, it's a good thing they are vacating. He presses his face against Bennie's cheek to whisper, "I lived in a barracks, it'd hardly be the first time I had an audience." Even in his current state though he can still hear and sense Geoff tripping over his pants, which gets a soft laugh out of him.

Erin just wanted to get Geoff home to herself and she goes easily where he leads her. He has a key to her apartment, and she'll let him use it, if he can find it in those pants he's trailing. When he stops to pull them up, she laughs softly too, then disappears with him out of Easton's and to hers, straight to the bedroom.